Käännös: Hero Dishonest. Turha Valittaa Pienistä.
tulee paiva jolloin veri punnitaan joka isku takaisin maksetaan Kun tulisielu ilmiliekkeihin roihahtaa teras itkee,rauta valittaa Sisallani
I made her smile, I made her cry Cleared her head and made her wonder why I helped her live then made her want to die But she can't complain, she can'
The taxman came knockin' on my door, I said "I already gave", he said he wanted some more Then my house burned down on a hot summer day, When I saw the
This is my same old coat These are my same old shoes It was the same old me With the same old blues Oh, then you touched my life Just by holding my hand
Just before our love got lost, you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And said, "Constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'
Raise up, baby, get your big leg offa mine Raise up, baby, get your big leg offa mine They're so heavy, make a good man change his mind I asked you,
IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH, IT TAKES A TRAIN TO CRY WRITER BOB DYLAN Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, Can't buy a thrill. Well, I've been up all night
Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on Didn't I make you feel Like you were the only man? Oh yeah, I did not give you nearly everything that a woman
I wanna jump but I'm afraid I'll fall I wanna holler but the joint's too small Young man rhythm's got a hold on me too I got the rockin' pneumonia and
It's an ill wind that blows no good And it's a sad heart that won't love like it should Oh, how lonesome you must be, yeah And it's a shame if you don
I'm top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice I wanna be elected I'm Yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce I wanna be elected Kids want a savior, don
A little out of place, a little out of tune Sorta lost in space, racin' the moon Climbin' the walls of this hurricane Still overall I can?t complain
Written by Kevin Bacon "Actually, I can, and do, and will continue to." KB He jack of all trades master of none Seen down the barrel of a teenagers
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Sometime, I can't help thinking Just what my life is for I try to do very best that I can Yet, I know I can do more This life I lead is not one without
I look back at nothing, Questioning my singulation for pain. The torment, the tears that flowed. Living my death every day. Seeing my death and fantasising
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